I’ve shot a bunch of images of this building (Wikipedia, official site), but until looking at the images I captured through my 70-200mm lens, I’ve missed a bunch of the Neoclassicist detail. I can’t imagine the spectacle that this building was when it was completed in 1916 and the population of Utah was a fraction of what it is now.
I think the thing that keeps drawing me back as a photographer is the paradox of almost operatic bombast in its scale and solemnity in its function. I’m sure there’s a Socratic or Aristotlean screed or two about this very thing.
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Daily affirmation: Let it go. Residual anger is a cancer.
